Less noise. I focused on my breath, thoughts streamed in out and out, loosely. I come back to the breath...yes...there it is. Oh no, my focus went to the corner of the room. But how can that be?, I have my eyes closed. Eyes closed, I can still see everything. Back to the breath...watching...watching, watching....trying not to control the watching. And there it is - the moment I think it, is the moment I'm doing it. The breath changes...I'm breathing too hard, then I'm breathing to slow. I found myself focusing on the breath, believing I am not breathing, believing that perhaps I just don't know how to breath. I watch my breath again, again so faint -- I panic -- then come back...I'm gone again. I now think I'm not breathing right, because my breasts are in the way -- do you believe it! I wonder if other women have this problem. It's the extra weight on my chest. But what could I possibly do about it, their my breasts? I realize this is impossible, not the act of breathing, the idea that my breasts are getting in the way of my breathing. I come back to the breath. My body now pounds, it is steady, even. It's as if my entire body is now one instrument: the heart. Blood flowing, body pulsing, a slight sway. This feels right...I am one instrument...heart to breath, letting go...watching. It feels like a longer now, the watching. Ding...the time I allotted for meditation ended. My body is breathing, I'm loving breath, being. I feel cared for.